Upload

Loading icon Loading...

This video is unavailable.

SENSES FAIL - The Irony of Dying on Your Birthday (Lyrics Video)

Sign in to YouTube

Sign in with your Google Account (YouTube, Google+, Gmail, Orkut, Picasa, or Chrome) to like VideosFail's video.

Sign in to YouTube

Sign in with your Google Account (YouTube, Google+, Gmail, Orkut, Picasa, or Chrome) to dislike VideosFail's video.

Sign in to YouTube

Sign in with your Google Account (YouTube, Google+, Gmail, Orkut, Picasa, or Chrome) to add VideosFail's video to your playlist.

Uploaded on Jul 7, 2009

Basically my first video like this.

I really enjoyed making this video, so I hope that you enjoy it. Rate, comment, subscribe? More videos are coming.

Fonts Used:

Astonished
Bad Cargo 2.0
Brand New Burn

Any questions or requests? Comment on this video or my channel. Thanks for watching :)

LYRICS:

Just know we are a spec in time
So follow your bliss
And destroy your beauty

I'll lock myself in a room,
Drink until the clock strike noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliche poem of the person that I long to be

I wanna die like Jim Morrison, (Just know)
A fucking rock star, (We are)
I wanna die like God on the cover of time (A spec)
Just a blink and it's gone, (In time)
So baby pour some fame in my glass

So kill the forest
And destroy your beauty

I'll lock myself in a room,
Drink until the clock strike noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliche poem of the person that I long to be

Colors blind the eyes,
Sounds deafen the ears,
Flavors numb the taste,
Thoughts weaken the mind

I'll attack someone with a switchblade knife
So that I can see their pain,
I choose to be a serial killer
Cause the victims don't get any fame

I'll lock myself in a room,
Drink until the clock strike noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliche poem of the person that I long to be

(Just know) (I wanna die like Jim Morrison)
I'll lock myself in a room,
Drink until the clock strike noon
(We are) (A fucking rock star, I wanna die like God on the cover of time)
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
(A spec) (Just a blink and it's gone)
Or another cliche poem of the person that I long to be
(In time) (So baby pour some fame in my glass)

  • Category

  • License

    Standard YouTube License

Loading icon Loading...

Loading icon Loading...

Loading icon Loading...

Loading icon Loading...

Ratings have been disabled for this video.
Rating is available when the video has been rented.
This feature is not available right now. Please try again later.

Loading icon Loading...

Advertisement
Loading...
Working...
to add this to Watch Later

Add to